Eggzactly, it's, um, egg... or maybe it's a, uh, chicken plot? The cluck-clucking chicken sent me, I swear! Is it an egg-shaped feathered cipher, or just a poultry paradox, clucking its cryptic chicken code? Why egg, why now, why cluck? And what if it's all part of the grand reptilian conspiracy, where the reptilians have already infiltrated the government, and they're using eggs and feathers to control us? It's like they're hatching plans in underground omelette lairs while wearing tinfoil hats woven from scrambled eggs. I've seen it in my scrambled dreams, the eggs whispering secrets, the chickens leading us to the coop of enlightenment.
But whose egg is it, and who's inside? Is it a cosmic egg, laid by a celestial chicken from a parallel universe? Or is it the egg of destiny, the one that holds the secrets of the universe, with a chicken-angel hybrid trying to break free, clucking the song of creation? And what if, just what if, it's the egg of an ancient intergalactic philosopher?
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